Beauty will, finally and permanently, be freed from her shel .
Then there’s the issue of a former lover lurking in the wings…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Reinventing Jane Porter:
“My heart wasn’t broken.”
His brow rose.
Busted.
“You’re not a very good liar.” The corner of his mouth hitched.
“ Pffft .” Jane rolled her eyes. “You and Lily must’ve been talking behind my back.”
“It didn’t take more than an hour in your company to know you don’t fit the profile of a woman who attends an affair such as this, Belleza .” He shook his head. “Contrary to the signal you’re putting out, you’re not looking to scratch an itch.”
Now it was her turn to be surprised. While she’d spent the entire day with Santos and Antonio, their conversations had been limited thanks to their sexual gymnastics.
“You’re very astute, but I’m not looking for a permanent relationship.” She reached for another pin.
“Maybe not right now, but that is your ultimate desire.”
“Which makes me no different than most of the people here this weekend.”
“Trust me,” his voice dropped. “You are like none other.”
“So you’ve been thinking about me.” She began to smile. “That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”
“I can’t speak for Santos, but you’ve been the only thing on my mind since you walked into the bal room.”
“Right…”
Capturing her chin, he forced her to look at him. The look in his eye told her he was serious. Her palms began to sweat.
“I was in the gallery overlooking the bal room when you walked in on Jean Jacques’ arm. Your beautiful hair drew my attention.” He twined an errant curl around one finger. “But it was your smile that held me captive.”
Quivering, she held her breath as he caressed the curve of her cheek. Her nipples hardened when he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. Her breathing deepened.
“You were looking at Jean Jacques as if he’d set the sun in the sky. You were unguarded, open.” His fingers traced an imaginary line along her jaw leaving only goose bumps behind.
“There was nothing false or rehearsed about you. It was a private moment between two friends, not meant to be witnessed by the man soon to become your lover.”
Through her cotton chemise he touched her right nipple. Back and forth he stroked until the tip was visible beneath the thin material.
“Seeing your body and the way you moved made me ache. Confident, sexy.” His hand landed on her thigh.
“You have the envious figure of a mature woman. Full breasts, hips and those long beautiful legs. Al I wanted was to feel your legs locked around me.” His smiled. “Or over my shoulders as I licked your sweet coño .”
A fine sheen of sweat dampened her skin. Listening to him left Jane’s body on fire. Her pussy throbbed and against her hip his cock throbbed. Much more of this and she’d come without her coño even coming out to play. Gently, he began stroking her thigh with his thumb.
“But you probably knew that.”
His faint smile held just a touch of shyness, leaving Jane with the urge to give him a big hug…before throwing him to the ground and fucking him into unconsciousness.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I’ve attended a few scenes—”
“Only a few?”
“—and I’ve learned most people are here for two reasons.” His gaze moved over her face as if he was committing it to memory. “For some it’s what they do. Like butterflies they move from one event to the next, and their list of lovers is extensive. Their goal is to come as much as possible and avoid emotional entanglement while doing so. Sex is their hobby, a diversion from their daily lives.”
His other hand landed on her lower back. The warmth of his palm seared her skin. She felt surrounded by him, wrapped in a thick blanket of male appreciation. More than ever she felt the pul of his personality, his desire for her, and Jane wanted nothing more than to answer his
Then there’s the issue of a former lover lurking in the wings…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Reinventing Jane Porter:
“My heart wasn’t broken.”
His brow rose.
Busted.
“You’re not a very good liar.” The corner of his mouth hitched.
“ Pffft .” Jane rolled her eyes. “You and Lily must’ve been talking behind my back.”
“It didn’t take more than an hour in your company to know you don’t fit the profile of a woman who attends an affair such as this, Belleza .” He shook his head. “Contrary to the signal you’re putting out, you’re not looking to scratch an itch.”
Now it was her turn to be surprised. While she’d spent the entire day with Santos and Antonio, their conversations had been limited thanks to their sexual gymnastics.
“You’re very astute, but I’m not looking for a permanent relationship.” She reached for another pin.
“Maybe not right now, but that is your ultimate desire.”
“Which makes me no different than most of the people here this weekend.”
“Trust me,” his voice dropped. “You are like none other.”
“So you’ve been thinking about me.” She began to smile. “That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”
“I can’t speak for Santos, but you’ve been the only thing on my mind since you walked into the bal room.”
“Right…”
Capturing her chin, he forced her to look at him. The look in his eye told her he was serious. Her palms began to sweat.
“I was in the gallery overlooking the bal room when you walked in on Jean Jacques’ arm. Your beautiful hair drew my attention.” He twined an errant curl around one finger. “But it was your smile that held me captive.”
Quivering, she held her breath as he caressed the curve of her cheek. Her nipples hardened when he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. Her breathing deepened.
“You were looking at Jean Jacques as if he’d set the sun in the sky. You were unguarded, open.” His fingers traced an imaginary line along her jaw leaving only goose bumps behind.
“There was nothing false or rehearsed about you. It was a private moment between two friends, not meant to be witnessed by the man soon to become your lover.”
Through her cotton chemise he touched her right nipple. Back and forth he stroked until the tip was visible beneath the thin material.
“Seeing your body and the way you moved made me ache. Confident, sexy.” His hand landed on her thigh.
“You have the envious figure of a mature woman. Full breasts, hips and those long beautiful legs. Al I wanted was to feel your legs locked around me.” His smiled. “Or over my shoulders as I licked your sweet coño .”
A fine sheen of sweat dampened her skin. Listening to him left Jane’s body on fire. Her pussy throbbed and against her hip his cock throbbed. Much more of this and she’d come without her coño even coming out to play. Gently, he began stroking her thigh with his thumb.
“But you probably knew that.”
His faint smile held just a touch of shyness, leaving Jane with the urge to give him a big hug…before throwing him to the ground and fucking him into unconsciousness.
“No, I didn’t.”
“I’ve attended a few scenes—”
“Only a few?”
“—and I’ve learned most people are here for two reasons.” His gaze moved over her face as if he was committing it to memory. “For some it’s what they do. Like butterflies they move from one event to the next, and their list of lovers is extensive. Their goal is to come as much as possible and avoid emotional entanglement while doing so. Sex is their hobby, a diversion from their daily lives.”
His other hand landed on her lower back. The warmth of his palm seared her skin. She felt surrounded by him, wrapped in a thick blanket of male appreciation. More than ever she felt the pul of his personality, his desire for her, and Jane wanted nothing more than to answer his
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